Kurt nervously tucked in the loose strand of hair behind his ears as he stumbled to class. The halls were silent.
"Ms. Thompson's Room" marked the door.

This is the place.

He put his books on the bench beside the wall before fixing his black tie.

"Deep breath." He muttered to himself. He recovered his books and walked in.

"-remember too dot your i's, Brittney. Oh, you must be Kurt!" Ms. Thompson had brown hair with natural red highlights. She had full red rips and long black eye lashes. She was young and Kurt noticed she was really rather pretty. "Class, this is Kurt Hummel, he's our new student!" She smiled at him. "It's so nice to meet you."

"And you, Ms. Thompson." Blaine looked up from his paper at once. What a pretty voice, he thought. He put down his crayon and hobbled off his chair to get a closer look.

"I was just telling the class all about you. We've been working on a little project just now. Everyone finished?" Everyone nodded before Blaine shrieked,

"No, no wait!" He climbed back into the chair and nearly broke his crayon as he scribbled in the last finishing touched to his card. "Done!"

Kurt looked around the back of Ms. Thompson's legs to get a better view of the boy with the bow tie.

He was really rather nice looking. He pushed the glasses up his nose as he jumped off the seat again and handed the note to the teacher. Kurt admired his eyes. They sparkled in the lights and they looked like gold. His hair had long dark curls that hung loosely over his forehead.

Ms. Thompson turned to Kurt and got onto her knees to equal his height so she looked him right in the eyes.

"Our class worked on these letters to welcome you. Would you like to read them?" Kurt nodded and pushed his books onto a table beside him. He kindly took the 13 folded letters from the teacher before sitting on a chair and opening them. The first one was from the boy with the gold eyes.

"Dear Kurt,

Our teacher told us what happened to your mom. I bet you are sad but don't worry because I bet she is in heaven and I bet she likes it there very much. Plus, unlike our mommies who drop us off at school everyday, she will never leave you and she can always watch you and make sure you don't get hurt on the playground or anything.

Welcome to our class and if you ever want someone to play with, I'm on the swings.

Love, Blaine."

Kurt thought the note was really nice. All the other notes were okay, he remembered some names like Brittney because she had all her r's backwards and Rachel's because she signed her name with a gold star sticker but he liked Blaine's the most. The bell rang and Blaine came up to him while the other kids grabbed their bag of pretzels from Ms. Thompson buzzed out the door.

"Do you wanna come play with me at recess?" He asked. Kurt nodded in response. Blaine smiled at him, grabbed two bags of pretzels and handed one to Kurt.

"I love the swing set," Blaine said as they sat down on the two vacant seats, "But no one's ever here. I think it's because I sit here."

"Then why would no one come swing?"

"They don't like me very much. I don't have very much friends." He stared at his dangling feet.

"I don't see why not you're very nice and you have very pretty eyes." Blaine beamed at him.

"I think your eyes are really nice too." Kurt smiled back at him as they pumped their legs back and forth lazily, leaving the rest of the world behind them as they climbed into the sky. Blaine leaned his head back and closed his eyes, wind whooshing past his ears.

"Watcha doin?" Kurt asked.

"It's really fun, you try! I imagine I'ma bird flying up in the clouds." Kurt did as he was told and giggled along with Blaine as they soared over the world. It wasn't long before the bell rang again. They jumped off the swings into the sand, laughing still.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Yaah?" Kurt replied, giggling slightly still.

"We are friends now right?" He looked down at his feet and shuffled them nervously.

"Best friends." Kurt smiled.

"Really?" Blaine jumped and Kurt nodded. They headed back to class and Kurt grabbed his hand. Blaine beamed back at him.

Hands swinging, they headed through the door and took their seats.

Ms. Thompson commenced her lesson about verbs and Kurt paid close attention as Blaine's mind wavered from the lesson to Kurt's lovely eyes. It wasn't long until lunch and the two boys grabbed their bagged lunched and raced to the cafeteria.

"Kurt, when did your mommy die?" Blaine asked as he opened his lunch bag.

"Last Tuesday. Her car got hit." He frowned.

"Did you cry a lot?"

"Yah. So did daddy too. But he tries to hide it a lot because it makes me sad to see him cry."

"I bet your daddy is real nice." Blaine said longingly. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope." Kurt took a bit out of his cucumber sandwich he made that morning. His daddy just wasn't very good at them so he made it like mommy taught him. "Do you?"

"A brother. But he's not home. His birthday was last Tuesday."

"He wasn't home for his birthday?"

"No."

"Why?" Kurt asked. Blaine thought for a moment as he chewed his PB and J sandwich.

"He's a GI Joe. He fights bad guys."

"Wow."

"Yah. I'm real proud of him. I write him letters with my mom but daddy doesn't like that so we only do it when daddy's not home."

"Why wont your daddy write him letters?"

"I don't know. But last time he caught us he yelled at me a lot and he hit me with his belt."

"What?" Kurt asked, shocked. Blaine picked up some hair that covered the end of his cheek. It was bruised.

"That's awful."

"Yah." Blaine finished his sandwich and began to peel his banana.

"Wanna bite of my sandwich?" Kurt asked.

"Sure." He accepted the piece Kurt held out in his palm. "That's real good."

"It's my mommy's secret recipe. She taught me how to make em during lunchtime. My mommy used to teach me school. This is my first time at an actual school."

"Wow. Do you like it?"

"Well, I met you so I think it's all right." Blaine glowed. "I can teach you how to make them if you like."

"I would really love to!"

"Wanna come to my house after school?" Blaine nodded excitedly.

"My momma's out working anyway and won't be home till late."

Blaine and Kurt finished their lunches and returned to the swing set. "Hey I got an idea!" Blaine said as they swung."

"What is it?"

"We can write a letter to your mom!"

"What?"

"Yah! I bet they can receive letters in heaven. I can write a letter to my brother Coop and you can write one to your mom and we can put them in the mailbox!"

"Yah!"

After school they hurried home, backpacks swinging on their backs as they ran inside. Daddy was still at the shop when they got back. They grabbed two pieces of paper and envelopes and began their letters…

"Dear mom,"